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[When the feed cuts on there are a few things so incredibly obvious about the scene that anyone familiar with Klavier would know instantly that this was not typical:

A. He has no idea he's being recorded...well this is pretty normal...but his enduring lack of awareness is not.

B. He is in his office and he seems to be working diligently. When has he ever been shown in his office working harder than he plays?

C. Judging by the mountain of paper work and his unkempt, unpolished, devil-may-care appearance he appears to have been here for a while.

And

D. The look on his face suggests he's in a very bad mood on this very fine day.

Which doesn't help when his secretary comes in to check his pulse, thus disturbing the furious flow of his work. And the community is treated to the following interaction:]

What are you doing?

I wanted to make sure you were alive...you've holed yourself up and you haven't come out for hours. Aren't you hungry? Tired?

I'm neither, now leave me, I'm busy.

Clearly something is bothering you, you're more dedicated to your paper work than normal. Won't you trust me and tell me what it is?

I've learned a valuable lesson about naiveté and trust and that it's okay to trust people up till and except when evidence to the contrary proves you're mistaken. Then you're just being gullible.

Anything I can help with?

No, please leave.

But I'm really concerned about you.

I don't need you to be, now leave me alone.

But Mr. Gavin-

[The usually tolerant Klavier brings his fist down hard against the table he's working at sending some papers and a few unstable items flying off while startling his secretary. For a moment his expression is a bit unhinged and vaguely reminiscent of another Gavin.]

Oh!

I said get out!

Yes...you're right...I apologize...

[And soon enough Klavier is alone again in his office and though he seems calm his mood hasn't changed.]

Damn...

[ooc: Normal text is Klavier, italics belong to his secretary.]

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How about you join us then?

You hate him, don't you?

That's ridiculous. How are you supposed to know we're even doing anything if you're not there anyway? You want to be in the in of everything instead of not having it be your business. You might as well take your part seriously.

You gonna say you stepping out on somethin' you both like's got nothin' to do with me? Shit was just fine before I knew about it.

I'm saying that it's safer. Having sex with you over and over and over again is safer.

And boring. None of us're one-flavor types, and safe ain't what you wanna put out as a chief part of yer image. [Snort.] Hell, maybe we've done too many "over"s already.

I mean emotionally safer, I already know you don't give a damn about how I feel so that makes it okay.

[Another fist clench, an elbow rearing back; if he hadn't walked himself out of range, Klavier may have finally got that punch Greed was convinced he wanted since he walked in. But if it means having to actually go over to him, the rage spurt doesn't last that long.]

So you got an emotional problem with him?

I don't wan't an emotional problem with him, there's a difference. It's possible he could give a damn, then where would I be?

I warned you about that risk months ago. Didn't stop you. Hell. it encouraged yuo.

And I'm telling you, you're taking it out of context and making something exist that isn't there so why can't you drop it? Aren't you supposed to be setting him up with some Lancer guy anyway?

If there's nothing there, what's the problem?!

Potential. Is your foresight that bad?

Yours has been! What's made that a problem now?!

Well played. At least now we know that we both have bad foresight, can we end this madness now?

I'm serious, dumbass.

Serious about what? Driving me crazy? There's an admirable goal, you're driving me batshit crazy already.

[On the one hand, it's good that Klavier seems to be feeling better. Probably. It's probably good. On the other hand, there are a few misconceptions that should be cleared up. Probably. They should probably be cleared up.

It's a little harder when he's not as angry as he was initially. It's more frustration than anything, but he's sure he can get back to angry.]

I told you back when you first set yer sights on him that there was bad potential! You were fine with it! You'd have done it all if he was willing! You went and Frenched him and bragged about it! Me knowin' wasn't a problem, it was a fuckin' added fucking kink! [Every 'fucking' come with another hand gesture, until he's close enough to nab his shirt again, this time trying to pull him up onto his toes.] This time you got him balls-deep in you and yer done?! How the hell do you think that's gonna make him feel?!

I imagine he's fine with it [and since Klavier is not too keen on being dragged up onto his toes, he's going to take his shirt collar back now, even if that means throwing Greed off of him] you're the one with all of the feelings, should I ask how that makes you feel?

[Klavier's's going to have to make a serious go at it if he wants loose; it's hard to say if Greed's using any unnatural strength for his grip, but he's certainly not taking it easy.] Yer the one who said I don't give a damn how you feel.

That doesn't mean I can't be concerned about your feelings! [And if it means Greed gets to walk away with two chunks of the attorney's shirt, he'll gladly tear it free so long as that gets him flat on his feet again.]

[Deciding Klavier's a little too mobile and struggling a little too hard, he pushes him up against the window he had been leaning against before, none too gently. He's as harsh about it as he would be if it were a traditional wall. He knew he could get himself right back into angry territory again.] Stop pretending this's about me!

[But a part of the thrill was getting Klavier there, too. His secretary backed down just when he seemed at the brink of snapping. That was unfair to their audience.]

[Klavier glanced over his shoulder. It was high, they were on the top floors of the prosecutor's building...but the glass was reinforced and it was hard to see up here. Though Klavier had to wonder if that was a good thing anymore. Frustrated at this point he's quick to push right back if for no other reason than to get out from being pinned against the window.] It is about you! When is nothing about you, you're the center of the universe! When I say no to something it should be the end of it!

[Not only is he being pushed up against the glass, he's being hoisted to have as little of his weight on his feet as possible.]

Fine! [Greed's not satisfied with just a push; he'll push harder, encouraging him to make a real fight out of it, leaning into his face with a snicker and a grin that's too clearly baiting him to take advantage of the fact that both of the attorney's hands are free, and both of his own are occupied.] Then just think of it as me not wantin' to deal with bein' the one to lose my monk a great piece of ass!

You couldn't just leave him [push] hanging right? You got him all worked up! And yer not that cruel right?!

[The thing is Klavier is very certain he's being baited, but Greed is irritating him enough right now that he doesn't really care about that fact. He's also aware that Greed is expecting him to use his hands to get his advantage back, but that would just be too predictable.

Instead Klavier plants one foot against the wall, giving himself leverage for his other leg so he can jam his knee into Greed's stomach. The Homunculous wanted it and the attorney was finally in the mood to deliver, but he wasn't planning to stay put and see if his blow had any effect.

Thanks to all of Greed's man handling and Klavier's own free hands, he uses the combination of his loose shirt and his own arms to slip free. That might mean leaving his shirt behind, but it's not important to him anymore. It's probably a good thing that he knows this building better than Greed, though getting out of the room has yet to be seen.]

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